Literature
Clique
The bell rings. I grab my backpack and begin the process of shoving my books inside. Only, today, I decide to put them in slowly and neatly. I don't want to get caught in the mad rush to meet friends and boyfriends and girlfriends at the lockers or bus. I've never had a boyfriend
I've never had a girlfriend
come to think of it, my well of friends has been almost dry for a while. People don't care around here, or, they do, but they only care about their clique.
As I shoulder my now full back pack, I glanced at the middle aged math teacher and offer him a reprieve from grading in the form of a smile. He returned it as he pus